I was prepared for my first day of kindergarten by my soothing mother’s voice. She fed me, walked me from mi Nina’s house to the steps of my classroom, gently straightened out my fingers gripping her hand and pushed me inside of the room all while telling me about how lucky I was to go to school. I couldn’t focus on the teacher, my head elsewhere, with my mother. I could hear her telling me about how my sister and I would be the first women in a long time to be given this opportunity. It didn’t lessen the stress or the nerves of separating from my mother. What I felt then is what I have felt my entire life that being the first comes with a lot responsibility. It’s hard to carry.
My first day of kindergarten foreshadowed my future in education. I didn’t follow the rules from the beginning and was kicked out of the room for staring out the window instead of folding my hands and looking toward the teacher. When class ended I forgot my way home although it was only a few blocks away. The hot Mexico sun has a way of turning known streets into endless dusty alleys. A cousin found me sobbing in a shady spot and walked me home. Creating Botecitos de Educacion from Pueblo to Academia has been the walk back home after getting lost. It is my return to my roots, honoring of my parents struggle and accepting my responsibility as a first of many to have higher education.
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Given the struggle and sacrifice my parents continue to live through to give their kids, including me, a better life and an education, I feel contentious about academia. Academia is exclusive and separates people into categories of educated and the uneducated. This separation creates a power dynamic that validates academic learning and dismisses learning outside of the institutions. With Botecitos de Educacion from Pueblo to Academia, I want to challenge this binary and bridge the knowledge that I have gained from my uneducated mother and father. In the years that I have been in school I have tried to challenge this gap by bringing in the knowledge I grew up with in Mexico. I believe this bridge is dangerous because it challenges the tower/system that academia occupies.